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"from Ground To the Hill"

A boy who had no compass. Who just watched and observed. Fallen many times, but just got back up and wiped the tears. The roads now appear a little clearer. The directions not written but desire paves the way. Now a man on his hill, where the view clear and blue. As long as my pen has ink and my pad is blank. My travels through life shall flourish and hold me safe. "Switch Contest" by John Heck

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Date: 11/10/2010 11:06:00 AM
They say Frost is complex but read as simplicity ... I read this the same. The blank pad and the power of travel to keep you safe are pregnant with imagination.
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Date: 11/8/2010 6:22:00 AM
I really like the way you describe the way your self-esteem was built, coming from a boy who had no compas to one who has a clear direction on his poetic path. Best wishes in the contest, Michael! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 11/8/2010 5:58:00 AM
Awesome ... tremendous .. superb .. Michael.. such deep thoughts penned to a page for sharing .. much admiration sent to u for climbing that hill and staying there luv.. J.G. forever and always ..
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Date: 11/6/2010 3:05:00 PM
I love this Michael.The things we did when we were young,when we thought we knew best With age and experience hopefully we gain a little wisdom.I think all your lines are wonderful, but your line "Now a man on his hill"touched me.Being I am a woman on my hill,well going down the other side now. You have covered the journey through life so succinctly. This was a total joy to read.Thank you.Good luck in the contest. Thank you also for your appreciation of my piece.It echoes my dream. Love June
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Date: 11/6/2010 10:26:00 AM
wonderful piece, good luck in the contest
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Date: 11/6/2010 9:45:00 AM
Hi Michael. Best of luck in the contest with this thought provoking work. Shows that even without direction we end up where we are. Thank you, Eamon
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Date: 11/6/2010 7:16:00 AM
The directions not written but desire paves the way.... nice thoughts with contented.Michael. Good luck in the contest
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Date: 11/6/2010 6:59:00 AM
Very realistic and beautiful write my friend. The roads of life are always like that. Still we keep moving from ground to the hilltop. My good wishes for your entry in the contest. And many thanks for your kind comments on my Poem The Festival of Light 'Deewali'. Love and best wishes....Ravindra......Michael J. Falotico
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Date: 11/6/2010 6:47:00 AM
A great entry for John's contest Michael.. love your perspective in this one ;) Good luck for the contest - love Wilma
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